1. |
DOLLAR BIN
01:56
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Get your shit together
Count your stock
It’s still less than we have hoped for
We heep up to fill the void
We keep hogging
While hands are chapped and eyes are sore
We dwell, we are the cutting edge
Heavily armed we shot and miss
It will break like glass but it’s ever ready
while we bury all our junk,
line our pockets, wag the notes
and toss away
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2. |
SWAN
02:09
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Less death, less power
Watch the crows and take a deep breath
Less doubt, less longing
Get rid off the pathos
Reship the bars
As we yelled “no future” we killed our past
It’s your flesh
Treat the wounds
My desire is my doom
Shake it off, then ask me one question too much,
´cause I don’t know the answer
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3. |
THE SCRIPTS
02:13
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Fuck all these secrets
Every grin is a lie and all the characters are fake
Concrete words we won’t speak easy
They will never pass our lips
Let’s leave a mark before we fade away
We disappear and fade away
And all that we have ever been
Is buried under the fear that we’ve been taught
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4. |
BIG FINGERS SMALL MOUTH
02:29
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Did you lose your words?
You hide behind the keys, avoid the confrontation
No will to speak, no urge to seek
Is this conversation to you?
You hide away, you bend into the dark
That set of rules you learned well by heart
It’s separatism, self-portrayal
Drown out the content, duck away
Your words are glib but your lips are sewn up
You’ve got all the answers stuck inside your mind
You’ve got all these pictures laid down right behind your eyes
You duck away, you bend into the dark
Wash away these words and all the paths that we could go from here
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5. |
ARMED IN THE CORNER SHOP
04:00
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Discernment comes in waves
The more you see the less you know
We carry empty pockets to the corner shop
We’re broke, we buy
We grew from the cold war
Into (heated) conflicts of convenience
Commune commune communicate
With weapons of mass delusion
We’re broke, we buy
We all think we’re here forever
But we’re just here to take a shit
To breathe some of that oxygen
And to slip on someone’s spit
We talk the same, we all look alike
Just the level of our boredom is setting us apart
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6. |
NO ECHOES
03:08
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Brick by brick you draw these lines
Sowing seeds of division
Deny the past though it’s written black and blue
With pride and fear you wiped away some wit
Your “status” blighted all hope
Your “identity” is a myth
All these words risen to your lips
should mean anything, should mean shit
Cold heart, warm blood
Not a single word…
Because your life goes on while theirs won’t
It will echo into your sleep
Every pair of eyes is coming after you
And I pray that every pair of eyes is coming after you
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Choke Boy Dortmund, Germany
UPCOMING SHOWS:
17.5. Hannover // Stumpf /w Idiot Siege
18.5. Dortmund // Atelier /w Idiot Siege
booking:
chokeboy@posteo.de
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